Poetry

Mon Jan 16 2012
Translated from Arabic by Fady Joudah The endings are not oursnot anyone’s. Endings belong to
Mon Jan 16 2012
Girls peeling skin, peeling splinters back, making origami      
Mon Jan 16 2012
Beauvoir’s art was fictionor Sartre’s love for her was fictionor both. And so how to arrive at love
Mon Jan 16 2012
Little mouse, littlegray hungerthat nibblesthe night to a bonytoothpick,little possibilityof
Mon Jan 16 2012
There’s turbulence, the plane suffering mood swings,the good ones floaty, but you can’t count on
Mon Jan 16 2012
What a lovelybunch of Frenchterms. What names.What attic simulacra, whatvapid lilt. The
Mon Jan 16 2012
I At Herod’s gateI heap flowers in a crate Poppies, moist lilies—It’s dusk, I wait. II Wild iris—
Mon Jan 16 2012
In the picture that wasn’t takenI lost my arthritis and started running But was stillOverrun by the
Mon Jan 16 2012
Mouths that breathe like fish out of waterFaster then slower pursed lips then gaping mouths